Something So Right

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"Hi, my name's Justin."

Usually Brian would have cut him off by now, but standing there, with his mouth slightly open, almost gaping, he couldn't speak.

Snapping out of his daze, Brian finally said, "Uh, sure, right, come in." And he stepped aside, letting the incredibly beautiful man into his home.

Sliding the heavy door shut and locking it, Brian turned around, once again facing the other man and found himself tongue tied.

"So, uh, where do you want me?"

"Wh-what?"

The look on Justin's face only confirmed what Brian was thinking…

`God, I must look like a total loser.'

But the truth was, while he was rather used to having hustlers make house calls, this one was…different. He felt it the moment he'd opened the door and seen the breathtaking angelic face staring back at him. Maybe it was because he wasn't Brian's usual type or maybe it was because he'd felt the man's deep blue eyes instantly connect with his, seeing deep inside of him…almost right into his soul. He wasn't sure. He just knew that there was something about this stranger standing in front of him that made him long for…more.

Okay, Brian knew he was being overly dramatic…cause really, a fuck's a fuck and a trick's a trick…paid for or not…but as his eyes cast over the man, now standing in the middle of his living room, he knew, in the blink of an eye that all the little Brianisms that he led his life by were bullshit. Complete bullshit.

"Look, maybe I should go…obviously you're a little freaked out or something. I'll, uh, I'll let myself out." And Justin headed toward the front door.

"NO!"

Justin turned, his eyes narrowed and Brian smiled apologetically, not having meant to be so loud. It was just that he knew he couldn't let the man walk out the door. Cause if he did, he was sure that he'd be losing out on something special. Something he might never find again.

Brian almost laughed out loud at the crazy thoughts that kept spiraling through his head. He didn't know what the fuck was going on with him and frankly, he was a little scared.

Fuck, he was acting like it was the first time he'd seen such a hot man or the first time a hustler'd graced his humble abode. Not that Brian HAD to pay for it…far from it. He knew that he could pick up a trick anytime…anyplace. But sometimes when he felt stressed with work and just needed a little release, he used a service, ordering just what he wanted…dispensing with the hassle of having to go out and pick someone up.

"Sorry, please, don't go. Uh, the bedroom's up that way," Brian said calmly, gesturing toward the raised platform with his hand. His stomach was in knots as he held his breath, waiting to see if the man relented.

Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, Justin stood by the door, staring at the strange man, his eyes searching for any shred of normalcy that he could find. Deciding that maybe the guy was just a little nervous, and knowing that he definitely needed the money, Justin moved away from the door and said, "Let's get my fee out of the way first. Four hundred cash."

Brian could have sworn that Gary, the guy that ran the service that he used had said three hundred, but after all that he'd put the blond through already, he was more than willing to pay the extra hundred to have him stay. Digging into the front pocket of his jeans, he pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and handed them to Justin, upon which the younger man immediately counted it.

"There's too much here," he said, handing Brian back one of the bills.

"Yeah, it's a tip. Keep it."

"But I haven't done anything yet to warrant a tip. How about you keep it, and if you're happy with the service, give it to me when I leave."

Brian smiled, something that was all too rare in the man, admiring the honesty and pride that Justin showed in his…um…work? Reaching out he took the money, placing it back in his pocket for later…sure that he would indeed be giving it back to the blond.

Justin nodded and headed in the direction of the bedroom.

Brian stood and watched, his breath catching in his throat from the view of the man's backside, his tongue coming out and swiping over his bottom lip at the incredible sight.

"You coming?" Justin called, breaking Brian's trance.

"I'm sure I will be soon," Brian teased, joining the blond in the bedroom, earning himself an incredible smile from Justin with his answer.

"Fuck, you're even more beautiful when you smile," Brian whispered.

Justin blushed, his smile widening further.

And that's when Brian realized that he'd actually spoken out loud. `Shit,' he thought, `what's this kid doing to me?'

"You want me to get undressed?" Justin asked, a little unsure what to do still. Usually his johns gave him more direction, but…uh…"Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

Brian hesitated. He never gave his name to tricks and especially not to hustlers, but for some reason, he wanted this man to know his name. "Brian…it's Brian."

Nodding, Justin smiled and said, "Brian…do you want to watch or help me?"

Thinking it over for only a split second, Brian sat down on the bed and said, "Watch, definitely."

Justin's smile widened and Brian could have sworn that the room lit up like the sun. He felt his heart skip a beat then instantly speed up as the blond tore his shirt over his head, his flawless, porcelain skin coming into view.

Something else caught Brian's eye and he looked downward, his cock jumping inside his jeans when he saw the little gold sun in Justin's pierced belly button.

"A sun?" Brian asked, his voice deep and husky, dripping with lust.

Justin looked down, smiling at the familiar charm then looked back up at the man watching him. He usually didn't share personal information with his customers, but for some strange reason, he wanted this man to know. "It's for me…my nickname…it's Sunshine."

"Sunshine?" Brian thought about it for a minute then remembered exactly how the room seemed to brighten when Justin had smiled and realized that it was perfect. Nodding, he said, "It suits you."

And Justin graced him with a demonstration of how he'd earned the name.

"Yep, it's perfect," Brian said softly, watching as an irresistible blush spread across Justin's face…the sight of it making his cock harden further and he knew that he wanted more. So he told Justin, and the blond toed off his shoes then stripped off his pants and underwear, leaving himself fully naked and fully erect in front of Brian's face.

"God, you're amazing."

"Thank you," Justin replied. He knew he was good looking, hell, just about every client told him so. But the way that Brian seemed to almost breathe the words had his head spinning with delight.

Fuck, he couldn't help but notice how unbelievably hot Brian was himself. Usually his tricks were, well, alright, one or two of them pretty good looking. But this man seated on the bed before him was more than fucking alright…he was gorgeous. And it made Justin want to spend a little extra time with him…give him something more.

"You want me to help you?" Justin moved toward Brian, placing his hands on the man's shirt.

"No, I want you to turn around and let me get a good look at all of you."

The way the man's words seeped out of his mouth…deep and full of longing…made Justin feel so good. He turned around, arching his back slightly, giving the man just what he wanted.

"Uhhh, yeah, now that's what I call a fine piece of ass."

For some reason Brian's comment…which would usually have irked Justin…made him even hotter. `God, what's this guy doing to me?'

"Turn around," Brian commanded and Justin obeyed. "Lie on the bed…in the middle…yeah, on your back. Now spread your legs…not too much…good, like that."

Brian stood back, watching the incredible man as he laid himself out, ready for the taking. He couldn't believe the way he was feeling. He'd never spent this much time just talking with a trick before…never caring enough to speak to him like this…but Justin was different. He knew that already.

Quickly, Brian pulled off his clothes, his eyes locked on Justin's the entire time. He saw his blue eyes darken and heard the man's breath quicken as his naked flesh appeared. He was used to these reactions from men…and usually didn't pay it too much attention…but right then…it was driving him wild.

Climbing onto the bed, Brian inched up the pale, lithe body until he was covering it with his own. The feel of the warm, supple skin beneath his was intoxicating, and when their erections brushed together, both men gasped.

Brian leaned down to kiss Justin and the blond averted him, moving to his neck instead and gently nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.

Pulling back, Brian's eyes met Justin's and held his gaze for a moment before trying again.

And again, Justin moved aside, latching onto Brian's collarbone, placing gentle kisses against it.

"What's wrong?" the blond asked when met by the other man's glaring eyes.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked, his displeasure evident.

"I…I don't kiss…customer's…not on the mouth. Sorry."

Brian was floored. He'd never been with anyone…trick…hustler…any fuck at all that hadn't let him kiss him. This new development threw him for a loop and he knew that if it were any other fuck, he really wouldn't have cared all that much. But he felt…with Justin…like it was just wrong.

Letting his eyes stare into Justin's searchingly, he tried to convey his need to taste his lips…to feel them against his…but he didn't see any resolve and knew that it obviously wasn't going to happen. So he pushed the thoughts aside and decided to just focus on what he could have…and that was the incredible man under him.

"You feel so good," Brian breathed and Justin smiled, lighting the room up once again, and suddenly Brian felt the coolness of the metal in the blond's navel press against him, causing him to smile.

"I can make you feel even better," Justin purred and drew his hips back slightly then rocked them forward, intensifying the contact of their groins as they ground together.

Again, Brian gasped, feeling like a fucking amateur when in truth he was the master.

So Justin did it again, and kept his hips moving until both men were panting freely.

"You want more?" Justin asked.

For a moment Brian was taken back by Justin's forwardness, so used to being the one in charge, but…for some reason…he liked it. So he grinned wickedly and said, "Sure, what'cha got?"

Justin just wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and let the man have it…

"Oh, fuck…yeah…suck me…suck me hard," Brian growled as Justin's soft lips slid down his shaft again, his mouth forming a tight seal on his length. He felt the man's tongue swirl around him and gasped as Justin pulled back up again, sucking incredibly hard on his leaking head.

He knew that if he didn't get the blond off his cock he was going to explode…and he definitely wanted to be someplace else when that happened, so…

"Justin…Justin…" Brian was amazed that he even remembered the man's name, much less used it. But the sound of the word as it rolled off his tongue made him smile…and he realized that he really liked it.

"Hmph?" the blond asked looking up…his mouth still wrapped around Brian's dick.

God, the sight made Brian throb and he had to grasp the sheets tightly in his fists to stop himself from coming. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and calmed slightly.

"Come…come up here."

With one last suck and swirl of his tongue deep into Brian's slit…which earned him another loud moan…Justin released his hold and climbed up the tall man's body, ending face to face with him.

"I wanna fuck you."

Instantly a bolt of pleasure shot through Justin's body and he shivered. He wasn't used to feeling so much when he was working, but staring into Brian's captivating hazel eyes did something to him and he knew that what they were sharing was unlike anything that he was used to. Not trusting his voice, the blond nodded, climbing off of Brian and getting on all fours…his perfect ass sticking up in the air…just waiting to be claimed.

Brian growled at the sight before him. Reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing what he needed, the man was sheathed and lubed in record time. Leaning back on his haunches he ran his hands over the smooth mounds of flesh, parting the delicious globes slightly and sighing when the most amazing hole he'd ever seen was exposed.

Not able to hold back, Brian leaned forward, his tongue sticking out and swiped at the glorious pucker…instantly rewarded with a loud moan from Justin…and a deep throb of his aching cock.

So he did it again. His mouth watering from the incredible taste…his senses reeling from the intoxicating scent…and his fingers aching to slide inside. So, he gave in, sticking his long, middle finger in his mouth, slicking it up well with saliva then placed it at the spasming hole and pushed.

"Ahhhhh," Justin moaned deeply, his head falling forward against the bed then rolling around aimlessly as Brian pulled back then thrust in again.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Brian couldn't take his eyes off of his hand, watching his finger disappear inside of the man's ass…feeling it clench around him…pulling him deeper. So he curled it forward, feeling for that spot…the one that…

"OH GOD!" Justin screamed and bucked his hips back furiously, and Brian smiled, knowing that he'd found it.

"Good?" Brian asked, receiving only a grunt in answer as he brushed over the sweet spot again.

Within minutes, Justin was a moaning, grinding, thrashing mess and Brian couldn't contain himself any longer.

"I need to fuck you now."

"Yes…oh, yes…please fuck me." Justin had NEVER begged a client to fuck him before. But he couldn't help himself. What he felt…the way Brian made him feel was fucking incredible.

Raising his head, getting back in position Justin felt Brian pull his finger out and waited to be mounted. But instead he felt himself being turned over and gasped in shock.

"I thought…"

"I want to see your face when I fuck you," Brian breathed, only inches from Justin's face.

Justin was stunned. Usually he was just a fuck… no more or less… and that was okay with him…after all, he was a hustler. But what Brian was doing…how he was making him feel…it confused him…and he wasn't sure how to react.

"Is…is that alright?" the older man asked, a little put off by the blond's reaction.

"Uh, yeah…yeah, sure." And Justin smiled, not his best smile, but pretty damn close. He didn't really understand exactly what was going on between him and Brian…but he liked it…he liked it a lot.

"Good."

And that was all the talking either man did for a while.

Raising Justin's knees to his shoulders, Brian positioned himself and pushed, sliding half way in…then pushed again and he was fully inside.

He wanted to scream out in pleasure, so completely awed by the feelings coursing through him as the warmth and almost painful tightness engulfed him. But only a loud guttural moan escaped his parted lips and he smiled, hearing the same from Justin.

Pulling his hips back, his eyes connecting with the deep blue ones staring up at him, Brian thrust back in, deep and hard, his balls slapping loudly against Justin's ass…hearing the man gasp and moan as he did. So he did it again, and again, loving the sounds that poured out of Justin…making him work that much harder to keep them flowing.

"Fuck, you're so tight…God, so tight."

"And you…you're so fucking big…ahhhhh…you make me feel so good…so full."

Brian smiled, knowing that he was definitely well endowed, but never tired of hearing it. And even more than that, he loved the way that they fit together so perfectly. How this slight, slim man took all of him inside just right…as if they were made for each other.

He stared down at Justin's full and oh so inviting mouth and licked his lips, desperately wanting a taste. But he caught the look in the man's eyes…and for a moment, thought he saw him wavering slightly…but instantly the wall's came back up and Brian knew not to try.

So instead, he fucked him even harder.

Within minutes, the panting and moaning became constant and they both knew that they couldn't hold off any longer.

"Ready?" Brian gasped.

"Y-yes."

Brian angled his hips, having saved his little technique for last, and hit Justin inside just right, with just the perfect amount of pressure and the blond exploded, his ass clamping down so fucking hard around Brian's dick that the man shouted and fell head first into his own mind-blowing orgasm.

The screams and moans echoed through the loft, growing stronger with the force of their orgasms…and what neither man noticed…so lost inside his own private heaven…is the way each other's names tumbled off their tongues…loud and clear.

"Oh, God…that was incredible."

"Mmph…soooo…good," Justin agreed breathlessly.

Reluctantly, Brian pulled out and rolled off to the side, peeling off the condom, dropping it into the garbage can beside the bed.

He looked to the side, wondering if Justin was going to stay for a while or get up and bolt out of there…his job now done. He felt his stomach churn nervously, waiting for his reaction.

Unaware of the eyes watching him, Justin heaved a sigh, wondering just how the fuck he'd let himself get so wrapped up in a trick and why he was getting so upset at the thought of leaving now that they'd finished.

Turning onto his side, he caught Brian's gaze and smiled, enjoying the blush that crept across the older man's cheeks at being caught staring.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to go."

Nodding, Brian's eyes flickered downwards, then back up again, his breath catching in his chest as he met the incredible blueness of Justin's eyes and he smiled, hopefully. "Or," he began, almost in a whisper, so afraid of what he might hear in response. "You could stay."

Justin was startled, his eyes widening slightly at the man's offer. He smiled and Brian felt his heart start to beat again. Nodding, Justin replied, "I guess. At least for a little while."

And Brian couldn't help himself as he quickly swooped in and placed a sweet kiss against Justin's lips…catching the man by surprise.

"Oh, sorry…fuck, I'm sorry." Brian winced, pulling back, hoping that the man wouldn't get up and fly out of there.

But instead, Justin's tongue came out and licked across his lips, savoring the incredible taste of Brian…enjoying the feel of the warm lips as they'd pressed against his and he smiled. "I liked it," he said, moving to sweep his lips across Brian's, letting his tongue slip out and feel the softness of the man's lips, then he pulled back, grinning shyly.

"I thought you didn't kiss customers on the mouth?" Brian couldn't help but asking.

Justin didn't answer right away, and when he did his voice was low and timid, the fear he felt shinning through. "You don't feel like a customer"

And Brian couldn't have been happier. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller man, feeling the tenseness in Justin's body for a moment before he let it go and pressed in closer.

"I'm glad," Brian whispered against Justin's ear…and for some strange reason that Brian couldn't explain…he really was.

So what had started out a normal night for both Brian and Justin…just the end of a hectic day for Brian where he couldn't be bothered to go out trolling for a fuck…and a typical work night for Justin, just trying to make a living…ended up in a most unexpected way.

They found something in each other that night that they hadn't even known they were looking for.

But they were thrilled for the chance that maybe, it would be exactly what they needed.

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